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orphans-of-coldfront · 2 months

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It's been a long while since I've drawn Lucas, definitely improved since last time! @orphans-of-coldfront

#ic: lucas laurier #hunters au #Eyyyyyy look at him! Such a dashing gentleman!#You did amazing c:

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orphans-of-coldfront · 3 months

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can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]

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orphans-of-coldfront · 3 months

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There she was. Johanna Edith Adler. Lucas’s partner in crime. The woman whom he had longed to be reunited with for what seemed like a lifetime ago. She was still the woman he loved, and after four long years, she was finally within reach.

…Or so he had hoped. In reality, they may as well have been worlds apart, and Lucas had begun to realize that the distance between them was a rift through time and space. They were both changed for the worse, broken and battered by this cruel life they had once envisioned to leave. A life they could have left if he hadn’t followed his intuition and ventured alone in the dark. He clenched his fist and closed his eyes, nigh hissing with every breath as the emotions came flooding back. He saw her warm, pleasant smile and her rosy cheeks as they held each other close at a time her eyes weren’t so sunken. A time when his traits hadn’t yet been marred by stress and anxiety. He wondered if it was too late to turn back. If he should just let her mourn and disappear once more. If this one mission should he his last. If he deserved to die alone. Lucas took a deep breath and brushed his tears with the back of his hand. No. He had caused her this grief. Making this decision for her would be selfish and cowardly.

Thus did he slowly make his way to her and watched her shock and accepted every emotion flickering through those dimmed eyes. He accepted her words, and the weight they carried. Even if he was alive, odds were he was dead to her.

“So I heard…” Lucas answered as he sat across from her. His eyes glimmered with regret as he faced her. He took a deep breath, thinking and choosing his next words carefully.

“Why they wanted me ‘dead’, I have no clue. They wanted me dead, but why claim the kill when they know I’m alive?”

He paused for a moment. An excruciatingly heavy silence loomed over them.

“That corpse they incinerated wasn’t mine. I just don’t understand why they’d leave around loose ends. This goes beyond wanting to isolate me from my allies. From my partner in crime. From you, my love.”

The words caught in his throat and made him wince. Did he have any right to call her any of those things? He closed his eyes and took a few shaky breaths to compose himself. Then, his gruff voice pierced the air, no louder than a whisper, but louder than a bullet. “What I do know is that the Hunters’ association is compromised. They need something we nabbed during one of our hunts. Needed, anyways. We’ve been tracking each other’s movements for years, but now… Now they’ve truly left me for dead.”

And the hunter had brazenly walked into this tavern in spite of the risk. Perhaps because this was the only thing a shapeshifter wouldn’t know about him. About her. A place no creature in their right mind would visit.

“Do you remember the day we met? The day where our hunt began. The beginning of our story.”

Lucas paused for a moment to reminisce on everything that had led them to these diverging paths. Not just the bullets and the screams of the bloodstained, beaten path of the hunters. He also ruminated on the fond memories. The warmth that kept him truly alive, even on the coldest nights. The moments spent sharing marshmallows around a campfire, slowly closing the distance between the two. Johanna had taught him that there was more to life than chasing after revenge and going out in a blaze of glory. He looked into the weary eyes of the woman whom he owed everything to–who gave him the desire to live–and spoke his piece.

“This isn’t the happy ever after I’d hoped for. I don’t want our story to end like this. I know I should have woken you up and raised my suspicions that night. It was selfish to investigate alone, and by the time I realized I was out of my depth, it was already too late.”

He extended his hand out, gazing at her unflinchingly, showing his resolve and reaching out for her.

“Until these matters are settled, I’m afraid we’ll never know peace. Nor will the world. So please, allow me to be selfish once more and ask, will you grant this fool one last chapter before the epilogue–one last hunt?”

@the-hunter-of-teufort-rp

Lucas was pacing in front of an unassuming bar. A bar he knew all too well, and one he couldn't ever forget.

He looked at his pocket watch. He was early, but he didn't want to make his entrance. Not yet. He took a deep breath that chilled him to the core while the winter's frigid winds bit down on his neck, scorching his pale skin.

"We really shouldn't have come here." Muttered the hunter. "I should have let her live on. I should have let her find peace instead of dragging her into another hunt."

It had been four years since the hunters' association had declared him dead. Killed off by some beast he had recklessly chased off on his own, quietly leaving Johanna's side in the dead of night. Since that time, there had been a funeral and "his" mangled corpse had been incinerated. And now, here he was, peering out at the horizon while the snow raged on, and a storm of emotion ravaged his weary eyes. The dark bags under his eyes were a testament of how time had slowly eroded him, mind body and soul. Time... Such a fragile, fleeting thing.

He looked at his pocket watch again. It was time. There he stood, at the crossroads where their love bloomed and where their hopes and dreams came to die. He had sent a simple, anonymous letter to the woman he loved. A time, a familiar place, and what his attire would look like. Just enough to know, but cryptic enough to ellude anyone else. This hunt required utmost discretion. There was only one person he ever trusted to hunt, now and always. It had been four years. Four long years of dancing with demons without his favorite dance partner. He only hoped she would still follow him through the maw of Hell, even after all he had put her through.

Lucas clenched his fist, took a deep breath and entered the place where their flame kindled, afraid to find it extinguished.

#ic: lucas laurier #the-hunter-of-teufort-rp #hunters au

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orphans-of-coldfront · 3 months

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@the-hunter-of-teufort-rp

Lucas was pacing in front of an unassuming bar. A bar he knew all too well, and one he couldn't ever forget.

He looked at his pocket watch. He was early, but he didn't want to make his entrance. Not yet. He took a deep breath that chilled him to the core while the winter's frigid winds bit down on his neck, scorching his pale skin.

"We really shouldn't have come here." Muttered the hunter. "I should have let her live on. I should have let her find peace instead of dragging her into another hunt."

It had been four years since the hunters' association had declared him dead. Killed off by some beast he had recklessly chased off on his own, quietly leaving Johanna's side in the dead of night. Since that time, there had been a funeral and "his" mangled corpse had been incinerated. And now, here he was, peering out at the horizon while the snow raged on, and a storm of emotion ravaged his weary eyes. The dark bags under his eyes were a testament of how time had slowly eroded him, mind body and soul. Time... Such a fragile, fleeting thing.

He looked at his pocket watch again. It was time. There he stood, at the crossroads where their love bloomed and where their hopes and dreams came to die. He had sent a simple, anonymous letter to the woman he loved. A time, a familiar place, and what his attire would look like. Just enough to know, but cryptic enough to ellude anyone else. This hunt required utmost discretion. There was only one person he ever trusted to hunt, now and always. It had been four years. Four long years of dancing with demons without his favorite dance partner. He only hoped she would still follow him through the maw of Hell, even after all he had put her through.

Lucas clenched his fist, took a deep breath and entered the place where their flame kindled, afraid to find it extinguished.

#ic: lucas laurier #orphans of coldfront #The-hunter-of-teufort #Hunters AU

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orphans-of-coldfront · 3 months

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I'll make the starters this weekend. Work's been hectic lately and Final Fantasy XIV is my cozy place. c:

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orphans-of-coldfront · 3 months

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Smash that like button for a short, fun little starter.

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orphans-of-coldfront · 3 months

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pictomancer is so vibrant and whimsical but now i'm thinking about the good dark, edgy potential

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orphans-of-coldfront · 5 months

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I'm back (kinda)

Got a few changes coming up for Lucas to go with my change of mindset and more maturity as the years went by.

-New Face claim, gonna swap to Joel from The Last of Us.

-Story and rp themes going to be a lot less edgy. Essentially, I feel like I portrayed him in a way that was a bit disrespectful and ignorant towards various mental illnesses when I was younger and dumber, so it won't play any part in his story anymore. The most I'll do is his fight or flight response activating more often than most and being a lot more visceral, fight being brutal and relentless than a normal response.

-His dad didn't kill his mom in his new story, but he did die of illness when Lucas was young. And Zoey had trouble raising him on her own, since he was a rowdy kid who got in trouble a lot getting into fights with people, which spurred a friend of the family to offer to watch over him while she was at work. Which is when he took off with him and forced him to fight in the underground tournaments againat his will.

Anyways, that's all for now. Looking forward to writing with you again soon.

-Lexi

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orphans-of-coldfront · 2 years

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"a child's school lunch debt" is a string of words that should instantly radicalize anyone, burning through the fog of bullshit like a ten quadrillion-candlepower spotlight. and yet...

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orphans-of-coldfront · 2 years

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